Our Relationship Would Be Easier If You Could Just Play Nice

She emitted a snarl that warned of her vermilion rage, and seized the shiny, silver toaster (my breakfast cookware of choice) and brandished it above her head with threats of defenestration. Oh dear, how will I ever create exquisite frozen waffle dinners? In one gnashing breath, she shrieked and launched a rocket full of profanities my way while simultaneously dumping (with excessive grace) my gleaming toaster into our saltwater aquarium. Save the fishes! You’re not listening to me, are you? No, not really. I know better. Your words lose all sense of direction when you are worked up like this, my dear. Her cyan eyes flashed another warning – the Doppler radar is forecasting severe storms. Be prepared for anything, brace yourself. I attempted to pacify the raging tempest; still she captured some large wooden spoons and red rubber spatulas (safe to 450°F) (among other blameless bystanders to our fight) and hurled them with unfailing inaccuracy. With a splashing slap to my face, she snatched her keys from the counter and with a BANG stormed from our apartment for the last time.

This poem inspired me to try a new way of writing. Your use of parenthesis is so clever, I had to incorporate into some of mine. (If you're not too busy, I'd really appreciate you commenting on my poem He Loves(?) Me.) Keep writing, you're really good. :)

I really like how you created a scene. I also love your choice of words and the insignificant details that you gave like, "Oh dear, how will I ever create exquisite frozen waffle dinners?" Very best ever :)